"They were born of a curse… and she might be the end of them all."
Luciano Kerens didn't choose to be born among scars—but he learned to live with them.
He was a son of the silence left by war, an orphan who bit into life before it could devour him.
In the village of Deer's Hope, they called him reckless for stealing bread to feed Kevs—his brother not by blood—and naive for believing that one day the world would accept him.
But his true recklessness began when he discovered the hidden crypt in the woods, its time-worn walls brimming with cursed gold.
They stole together, Kevs and Luciano, convinced the world owed them for so much hunger. With the loot, they bought a cabin near a convent. There, Luciano met Beatrice—a novice with a fragile smile and hands weary from prayer.
He seduced her in the shadows, through whispered psalms and secrets shared beneath the moon.
Trapped by vows she never chose, she allowed herself to love.
And when her womb swelled with life, Luciano made his second mistake: he freed Azael, a demon sealed inside the crypt, believing his power would protect the unborn child.
The baby girl was born with amber eyes and a crescent medallion etched on her chest—a seal marking the pact. But the convent showed no mercy.
Accused of heresy, the child was given to the mob. Luciano arrived just in time to see the flames devour his daughter.
Beatrice, hanging from the rafters of her cell, became his third mistake.
He returned to the crypt—not to steal, but to summon Azael among stolen relics and stifled screams: —"Take my soul, but give me back what was taken from me!" The demon laughed, pointing at the medallion buried with the child: —"Your sons will fight until only one remains. And you, Luciano, will be the whip that drives them."
The green fire of the pact carved runes into his skin, each glowing with the weight of his regret.
But the true pain came when Kevs—now Moira—fled with the medallion, her left eye a window into the threads of fate, guarding the relic like a broken promise.
Years later, turned into a vampire, Luciano repeated his pattern of mistakes.
He found Noah, a boy on the brink of death, and bit him—condemning him to be his shadow.
Noah hated him, but a debt bound them. And when Moira told him about Sanathiel—a white wolf marked by the same crescent medallion—Luciano burned the village of Deer's Hope, thinking he was controlling the game.
But the game was controlled by Azael.
In the green flames mirroring his guilt, Sanathiel awakened with memories not his own: a ruined city, brothers crying his name, and a medallion burning with the same eerie glow that consumed Luciano—a reminder that both were links in the same chain.
"You are my masterpiece," the demon whispered, as the flames formed the silhouette of the buried daughter.
Luciano, hidden in the shadows, watched. The runes on his skin pulsed with the medallion's light.
And in Sanathiel's golden eyes, he didn't just see his daughter—he saw the fire he had never been able to tame.
In the medallion burned a fate that neither love nor vengeance could rewrite: a cycle of ash and guilt, fueled by green fire they both carried.
This is not a tale of heroes.
It is the confession of a man who traded scars for runes, tears for fire, and his name for a curse: Kerens, the Banished One—the thread that binds the pieces of a game only the demon truly understands.
His original sin? Believing love—now burning in Sanathiel's chest as green fire—could redeem a man.
His punishment? Watching that same love set the pyres ablaze, feeding a fire that would never die.
And as the green flames drew memories that were not his own, Sanathiel awoke.
With the burning mark on his chest, with the weight of a name he didn't understand... and with the howl of a prophecy throbbing between his ribs.
In his golden eyes, the reflection of a war yet to be started, and in his soul... the curse of the white wolf.